I finally got into the second dress and walked out. "How is this one?"

"Totally fabulous!" Feliks gushed. Toris nodded his head in agreement. Emil takes one look at me, and his cheeks turn bright red. "I-It looks great."

"Thank you!" I smile at them and return to the changing room to get changed.

"That was good," Feliks whispered.

Emil gently slapped his cheek in response. "Shut up."

"Alright, ready to go! Thank you for the dresses, Feliks, Toris!"

"Anything for you, babe," Feliks winked, noticing Emil's expression darken slightly. "Like, don't pout, Emil. If you aren't careful, I'm going to take (Name) for myself. We'd have so much fun dressing her up! She'd be my little doll!" He smiled. I giggled at his comment and Emil grabbed my hand, leading me out of the store.

"Thanks for bringing me to get new outfits, Emil," I gazed up at his perfect face.

"No problem," he smiled.

"Oh! What's that?" Being the child I am, I get distracted easily. The brightly colored sign catches my attention and I run towards it, still holding Emil's hand. I was so concentrated, that I didn't notice the bright red car racing towards me.

"(NAME)!" Emil sharply pulled my arm back, landing me square on his chest causing us both to fall to the ground. We watched in surprise as the car honked, and sped off down the road. "A-Are you ok?" Emil asked, panting.

"I'm ok," I stare at his frightened face. "Are you?"

"My condition isn't important, but yes, I'm ok."

"That's the second time you've saved me," I think out loud.

He looks at me questioningly. "Huh?"

"Oh, it's nothing," I say as I stand and offer my hand to him. "Thanks for helping me."

"No problem," he replies as he grasps my hand to pull himself up. "I thought I wouldn't have to keep my eye on you, since you're basically an adult and all," he teased.

"H-Hey! Uncalled for!" I pout and cross my arms.

"You know I'm kidding."

I playfully punch his arm and laugh, "I know."

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yea, I've been through worse."

"I see," he says as he begins walking down the street once more. "Would you mind telling me about it?"

"Of course not. But why?"

"Just out of curiosity."

I don't mind telling people my story, I've told it so many times it doesn't bother me anymore.

"Alright." I tell him about how kind my mother was, and how my father was mentally ill and abusive. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it, that's not even the worst thing." He raised his eyebrow to my comment, his interest sparked. "11 years ago, my father, in a fit of rage, locked my mother and I in our house, and set it ablaze."

"What?!"

"Yea," I furrow my brows and shake my head. "I was saved, but my mother..."

He laid a sympathetic hand on my back and replied, "I'm sorry. Your father was horrible to do such a thing."

"It's ok," I regain my composure and smile. "I was saved by a boy my age; so I guess there are some kind people out their."

Suddenly, Emil stopped and turned to me. "Wait, a boy your age?"

"Mhm," I nod in reply. "He had violet eyes, a lot like yours."

"Oh my god," he lifted his hand to his cheek, a shocked expression on his face.

Does he finally remember?

I waited quietly in anticipation for him to speak again, but the question that followed this silence was not what I expected.

"(Name), does the name 'Ivan' ring a bell?"